Many people didn’t know what Pakistan was. Right after 9/11, they did…
Read MoreMaybe not everyone will attain the same goals, but why can’t everyone be given the ability to do so?
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I wanted to claim Tanzania as my home, but how could I? I was not accepted by others as a part of their country…
Read MoreI loved that 'the girls part' of the song meant we got to climb over the lyrics and sing a higher harmony while the boys peeled the words apart down low…
Read MoreOur version of a corsage was a motia flower and though street vendors would sell these readily, they were not durable enough to hang around the hands of people as they danced…
Read Morehe busy streets normally filled with cars were replaced with loud, colorful parades…
Read MoreI still remember sex education class vividly. Condoms on bananas, cheesy videos, and the odd inappropriate comment from one or the other of my classmates. I was in an all-boys school in Perth, Australia…
Read MoreI soon realized that I’d avoid anyone who was Black unless they were someone my inner circle knew. I didn’t want to make friends with everyone. I just wanted to survive. What I didn’t realise was how racist I became to protect myself…
Read MorePeople of such areas are deprived of basic facilities. They have no easy access to big cities, roads are damaged, and elected assembly members visit every five years, never to return within their tenure. But still, they live happy lives...
Read MoreWe were in Costa Rica, two months in, on a year-long adventure of travel, volunteering, and growth…
Read MoreMy earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows…
Read MoreI knew that people could look at us and know we were not from there, yet I tried desperately to fit in in this place that I called home...
Read MoreI adapted to the new environment, but life never became easier. As I walked down the street, students from my school would yell, calling me Chinese…
Read MoreIt makes me proud to see the silhouettes they've painted on the gym wall…
Read MoreGetting to my final year, I had an existential crisis—I hadn’t done an exchange semester yet...
Read MoreYour purpose in life isn’t just found in big cities, away from supposed intellectual backwaters. It’s found wherever you feel the most alive and the most genuine and such a place isn't often tacked to a specific postcode.
Read MoreThe memories of the last goodbye would come flooding back — the guilt that I hadn’t embraced the moment, the feeling of contentment that I had made friends for life, the experiences I had locked into my memory, and most of all, the sadness that this all was all coming to a grinding halt…
Read More"愛してたと嘆くには (I was in love once, I sigh) あまりにも時はすぎてしまった (far too much time has passed me by)." There's an uproar in the karaoke box...
Read MoreMy family lived abroad. The arts embraced in Micronesia were very different from those in British Hong Kong. There was little chance to delve into interpretive or classical art. When you weren’t taking the aspects you liked, discarding what you didn't and establishing your own local spin on painting, dance and music, you had to go microcosmic...
Read MoreSo what happens when one day you wake up on the other side of the world and the place you come from no longer exists?
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